My Story Continues

     Oh boy does it! So are we all ready for the ride?? Here we go. So I’m on the phone with my biffy Joanne (shout out girl) this morning and she asks me how things are going. Later in the day my girl Ariana (shout out 2) texts me and asks me how I’m feeling. I told them both not great and of course they asked why. I say to everyone now…I am not feeling too hot. My hands feel like they were hit repeatedly with a hammer as do my ankles. I have also as of today had a migraine for over 48 hrs now. My reason for feeling like shit…stress. Of course everyone wants to know what kind of stress, so I’ll run down the list I can remember.

     Here we go, buckle up buttercups. I have said in a previous blog that my 4 year old might have turrets syndrome, and the 2 year old has to have a lump on his wrist removed. I have called multiple neurologists and none of them take my insurance. I started looking for a pediatric surgeon and the only one my pediatrician gave me is “out of network” too. Ugggghhhh!!!!! I need to find doctors for my kids and my insurance has like 3 people. After I find a doctor on line I then need to research to make sure they are good enough to take care of my children, my reasons for fighting. Next we have my mother, she has had a triple bypass over ten years ago as well as her carotid artery cleaned and expanded on one side. On top of this she is a diabetic with uncontrolled diabetes as well as being a breast cancer patient. This Wednesday she is going into the hospital for another catheterization. Heard enough? I’m not done yet. My father has also been going for heart testing. We also have multiple family weddings coming up. My husband found long lost siblings (not so much a huge stress).  And then there’s me again. At the neurologist on Tuesday my blood pressure was 140/85…a bit high. My pressure has never gone higher than 110/70. On top of finding that out I have been experiencing pains in my chest on and off for a month now. Dr. Mustachulo see you in a week…wink wink.  Then I need to see the neuro ophthalmologist, dermatologist, new MRIs, a rheumatologist. The list just keeps on growing.

     So I said to Joanne this is why I don’t feel well again, I give up I’m done now. She proceeds to tell me I can’t because I have two kids to take care of. Yes thank you I know but I’m still done I told her. It’s just very frustrating to deal with everything at once. They say when it rains it pours…I feel like Noah and forgot to build my arc. I wish I could do something, anything to make the pain my family and I have been dealing with. I’d do almost anything, I won’t sell my soul to the devil, I hate the heat.